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10 June 02008 Snapshot Poem
Photo by Bonnie Sue Pinkerton I wake this June morning to storm warnings, white caps on the mountains, dogs curled warm against my knees. Even with the dogs, this bed is too wide, too cold. The sky darkens and snow falls into the valley. I comfort myself with cappuccino. Tomorrow is your… Continue reading
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God Is Watching Us [an old poem]
The cat in the window admires the sparrows. Longing trembles from the back of her throat. She loves the quills of the feathers, the little stick feet, the delicate veins in the wings. You will find more (prosaic, and possibly even poetic) cat blogging here:… Continue reading
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Snapshot Poem 13 February 02008
winter rainunsheathing winter rain brown ground emerges from its snowy scabbard goldfish rise drowsy to the rippling surface of their small pond drift back down puddles and dirty runnels soak the flower beds a woodpecker searches under the shingles the city sends its workers out in white trucks to cut back and collect ice broken… Continue reading
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Super Tuesday
I’m recovering from some unpleasant virus — but the timing is good. Here’s my plan for tomorrow: sit in front of the television, watching cable news and sipping comfort food. Yes, I know that being a political junkie isn’t the healthiest of lifestyles. But, if one must be a political junkie, this is an… Continue reading
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Tundra
The tundra can soften, it can swallow you.An eye accustomed to mountains must learnto see small, to see the tiny pattern of lichen crawling across an unbounded landscape. Land and sea, both flat as paper, only a thin line between. Even the colors are close. A village set down here is an alien thing,… Continue reading
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